9 May 2013 | Vincentiu
a boy in middle of Algeian metamorphose. French in an Arab world. friendship, love, family, independence of country and France as refuge. a lot of memories. and a meeting. so, old things about a French wound. and the exercise to tell , again, a well-known story is not a bad idea but basic problem remains the manner. this is the fundamental sin of movie. same drama in same colors, in same pathetic sauce. it is predictable but more. it becomes a story about nothing. sure, memory is a precious gift but its translation is essential. in another case, it is an ashes isle. not convincing, not realistic, only a sorrow song. without words, without soul, only moral lesson and fight to present a trauma who has same clothes. but, it is a nice movie. and this is enough, at first view.